As soon as he felt the hand on his shoulder, Tom whipped around, his torture stopping on the man on the ground. He pointed his wand at the woman in front of him and furrowed his brows, still breathing erratically. He looked her over as he listened to her.
Narrowing his eyes to slits, he snarled at her and then slowly lowered his wand, "Tom Riddle. 6th year Slytherin Prefect." he stated, raising his chin a little.
He absently heard the man scramble to his feet and run away, Tom would have loved to continue, he would have loved to find more muggles to torture in his state of frustration, but he still didn't know where he was or what had taken him away. "Who the bloody hell did this? It better not have been you, because when I find out who brought me here then they're going to be praying for death once I get to them," he hissed, he had been so close, so very close.